From the Dark

The boy’s mother came to his room
And found him sitting at his window
«I found the dusty rainbow» he said
«I found it in my crates»
His mother smiled «Yes love
You found your dusty rainbow from the dark»
Years have passed, the boy has grown
But he hasn’t forgotten his mother’s story and his discovery
Those days are behind him now
And his life’s song is in its last course
Now, in happiness and sadness, he goes back to his records
To dig in the wax, to dig for the dusty rainbow from the dark